Chu Yang Su Yu

When the father and son arrived home, Mom was sitting at the door peeling potatoes, and Dad's apprentice, Brother Chen, was sitting at a four-person table against the wall playing games.

"Yangyang, are you hungry?" Mom put down the potatoes in the pot, picked up a brown paper bag from the table next to her, "I bought you mung bean cakes from Grandma's house, just out of the pan."

Ye Chuyang took out a warm bite and took a big bite, "Thank you Mom."

Grandma's Mung Bean Cake is famous far and near, it is soft, sweet and steaming, many tourists come here to buy it.Ye Chuyang fell in love with it the first time he ate it, and kept eating it for several years.

When Ye Chuyang was about to graduate from primary school, Ye Chuyang's family moved from the urban area to the back mountain of the scenic spot in the town next to No. [-] Middle School.My parents rented a storefront here, opened a restaurant downstairs, and lived upstairs for a family of three.

In the first two years, the business was deserted. At that time, the Houshan Scenic Area had just started to be developed, and there were few tourists. Parents could work alone.Gradually, the back mountain of the scenic area became lively, and the restaurants also accumulated customers, and the business was booming day by day.Dad took the neighbor's son, Brother Chen, as an apprentice, learning how to cook and helping others.

Now my parents and Brother Chen usually stay at the restaurant, and during the peak tourist season, I will hire a nearby auntie to help wash the dishes.

Mom put the peeled potatoes in the kitchen and went upstairs behind him, "Give me the dirty clothes, and change the school pants now and wash them together."

Ye Chuyang changed his pants as he said, and handed them to his mother who was working on the washing machine in the bathroom.There is no way, every time he washes his own clothes, his mother is not satisfied, and then he simply obeys the arrangement.

Who knows the hard work of the second year of high school.

The first thing I do when I go home on weekends is to wash clothes, especially school uniforms. If I don’t hurry up and hang them up, I can only return to school with wet clothes the next day.After all, City C is a city famous for its abundant rain and humid air.

Go back to the room and turn on the computer, turn on the music player, click on lifeislikeaboat, which I haven't listened to last week, and a low female voice flows out from the stereo.

I lay down on the bed and played with two snakes. I was unlucky and died soon.He stared at the ceiling in a daze, flipped through the text messages, and clicked on the address book.

Han Su gave him his phone number, as a courtesy, he should also tell him his own number.

The logic is smooth and flawless.

Ye Chuyang sat up against the wall, clicked on the newly saved number to edit the text message.

Hi, Hello, hello, what are you doing?

After typing, deleting, and deleting for a while, he finally decided to choose the most direct way.

The cursor returned to the first frame, he bit his lower lip, and began to spell each word, "I am..."

Before he finished typing, the phone suddenly vibrated, Ye Chuyang shook his hand, pressed twice indiscriminately to quit, but accidentally pressed the send button, and sent most of the text messages, "I am Ye Chu"

Gritting his teeth, he opened Shen Yiyu's text message, "Boss Ye, remember to invite me when you go back to school tomorrow."

Who wants to invite you?

Are you invited to hell?

Ye Chuyang buried his head in the pillow in dismay, thinking about how to save the situation.The phone vibrated again, the sender was shining brightly, he sat up abruptly, curled his fingers and pursed his mouth, and opened the text message.

Accommodation: Yang

Looking out from the window on the second floor, the rolling hills are surrounded by water mist, as thin as a veil.The cold air is moist and fresh, with the smell of earth, passing through the walls and window sills, infiltrating silently, making the whole house cool and quiet.

Ye Chuyang felt hot.

His face was hot, his ears were hot, and he was flustered.

Although Han Su just followed his unfinished text messages to reply.

He leaned his back against the wall, pointed at the tips of his red ears and replied, "I missed a word just now."

Han Su replied in seconds, "Stupid."

As if I didn't think it was enough, I sent another one every two seconds,

"Why are you so stupid?"

There was noise from downstairs. It was dinner time, and guests began to come.

Ye Chuyang stuffed a mung bean cake, took out the homework he brought back from school, and sat down at the desk.Dinner in their family has always been late, usually after the guests are gone, Dad will cook a few dishes with the leftover ingredients, but when he comes home on weekends, his parents will specially prepare delicious food to replenish his body.

The happiness of a child raised by a chef is doubled, but the pain of eating in the school cafeteria is also doubled.

After finishing the history homework and math unit exercises, it was completely dark.The night in the mountains was quiet and deep, pitch black, except for the lights from the rows of houses on the street, nothing could be seen.

I don't know when the first floor was quiet. Ye Chuyang closed the book, stretched, and ran downstairs.

Mom is paying the bill for the last table of guests, Dad is resting on a chair by the kitchen, and Brother Chen is cleaning up by the stove.Ye Chuyang rolled up his sleeves, pulled the leftovers together, sorted the dishes and carried them to the sink.

"Put it there, I'll wash it later." Brother Chen greeted him, turned around and started cooking.

Little Brother Chen was very thin when he first came to be an apprentice, about the same height as Ye Chuyang, and he was quite fair. In just two years, his stomach blew up like a balloon.The face is still so white, but it has gained a lot of fat, oily, with a crew cut. In Uncle Chen's words, it looks like a mobile Fuwa.

When Ye Chuyang and his mother cleared up the dining table and came back from throwing out the garbage on the other side of the road, Brother Chen, who was nimble, had already prepared three dishes and one soup. The four of them sat around and had an ordinary dinner.

Ye Chuyang drank two bowls of pork trotter soup that was stewed so fragrant and soft, and went back upstairs to play on the computer contentedly.

After playing minesweeper for a while, he suddenly remembered the post Xue An mentioned earlier.

Open the search bar, enter C City No. [-] Middle School Tieba, and the page will jump to C City Furong Town Senior High School, which is the former name of No. [-] Middle School.Later, the Municipal Education Bureau unified the division, taking the No. [-] Middle School in City C as the benchmark, Fugao was renamed No. [-] Middle School, and Cuihu Town Vocational and Technical School was renamed No. [-] Middle School.

The Education Bureau probably has some obsession with number sorting.

Ye Chuyang has never been in a school post bar, and he never expected that what caught his eyes would be a blockbuster of high school cheer, high school mobilization meeting, voting for your favorite teacher Fugao, the code of conduct of the second middle school and other posts that make people have no desire to browse, Looks very inspiring.

Scroll down and the painting style will change.

The dean's brain is flooded, and he keeps smoking every day!

Who knows the swearer of class 14 in the third year of high school, so handsome...

Dare to write the name of the person you like + why.

Ye Chuyang casually clicked on the item of people he likes, and quite a few people replied, but he didn't recognize most of the names left behind.Among them are Bill Gates + richness, Jay Chou + talent, which are full of second-hand answers.

Automatically ignore useless information, and finally turned to the post that Xue An mentioned when the homepage was coming to the end.

May I ask if Han Su, Class [-], Grade [-] is the grassroots of this year?

The time of posting is the end of December last year.

I met a boy in the cafeteria last week. He was wearing a black down jacket. He was tall and handsome with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was shocked at a glance. I saw him on the basketball court two days later. I heard from my friends that he was a freshman in high school. The class is called Han Su.I said he was a freshman, no one should refute it, right?

This amazing vocabulary, it's from a liberal arts class.

Ye Chuyang made complaints while scrolling the mouse axis to scroll through the replies below.

Is it that handsome guy with double eyelids and three-dimensional facial features? He likes to wear black. I think I've seen it on the basketball court!

I don't know, I haven't heard of it.

My best friend and I formed a group to watch it!Really handsome!

Class 3 sports committee, the first row of exercise stations between classes.

Thanks for the guidance upstairs, I went to see it during the break on Friday, and even looked at him, my heart was pounding with excitement!

My friend is in class 3. She said that Han Su doesn't like to talk and is very cold.

Ye Chuyang thought that this friend's judgment was too arbitrary, and Han Su was not aloof. He always smiled when he teased him, but he was friendly.

There were more than 30 replies to the post, those who praised Han Su as handsome, and those who mentioned other people's names for PK, the noise was very lively.He looked down slowly, and was attracted by one of the replies.

To persuade the younger sisters in the building to calm down, Han Su was nicknamed the man on the iceberg.A friend of a friend of a friend confessed his love to him, and he was ruthlessly rejected in the playground after evening self-study.And when she was wearing a skirt and complained that it was cold, Han Su said, why are you wearing a skirt, and then went back to the dormitory by herself...

Then why are you wearing a skirt?

It seems that Xue An is not just worrying blindly.

In terms of leaving the singles, Han Su does have a long way to go.

Outside the window, the cold wind gusts, and the rain and fog fill the air.

When Ye Chuyang woke up, he had a splitting headache, his nose seemed to be blocked, and he had difficulty breathing.

I didn't see the hair dryer after taking a shower last night, so I was lazy to wipe it with a towel and went to bed.

Who knew that retribution would come so quickly.

Going downstairs to eat breakfast with the chicken coop on, the strong nasal voice attracted the attention of my parents.The two agreed that he forgot to close the window when he slept last night. It rained and the temperature was low at night, and he caught a cold from the cold.Well, instead of being scolded for being lazy and not blowing his hair, Ye Chuyang readily accepts the second setting.

After dinner, I went back upstairs to sleep on the sofa, and was caught by my mother and took a lot of cold medicine.He was so sleepy that he tried his best to finish writing the English weekly newspaper. His eyelids were stuck together and he couldn't help his mother with some work downstairs, so he got under the covers and fell asleep again.

The drowsiness lasted until after lunch.After tidying up the change of clothes and school uniform, my mother packed the apples and bananas that my father bought specially in the morning, and brought them to school for him to eat.The father and son first drove to the clinic to prescribe cold medicine. The doctor told him to drink plenty of water and avoid spicy food.Ye Chuyang promised quickly, but he was very annoyed in his heart. This doctor prescribes a lot of medicines every time, and he wins entirely by the quantity of medicines.

When he came out of the clinic, he called Shen Yiyu and told him to wait by the side of the road to drive him back to school.

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